He wants it only when he's weak some telling sign he might be something that
she needs he goes chase has become our distance sweet thing he goes won't you please bring it back to me wake up some senseless day and realize you never recognized what you became
he buries everything in sleep slavish desires interred in her separate bed and sheets he goes this place has become our distance dead thing he goes won't you get your sweet ass right on back to me and
I know you need some comforting nothing like what you thought life would be but I know it's nothing to do with me I'm just a casual toy not what you need not me.